New Orleans, 1996

There you were, wearing a black sparkly dress with your hair all did, dancing like no one else in the club. You stood out among the rest of the women who were wearing short, skimpy skirts and barely moving an inch on the dance floor. Dova knew that he was gonna keep you after that night. And he did

Dova called you his ‘star girl’, you were your own person and were different than any other girl. Dova liked that about you. He liked that you’d follow his orders whenever you guys were on a heist, or even alone with each other. You were his girl

It’s around 1am and you just arrived back at the house from a long night of partying. You were always a party girl so it didn’t take long for Dova to know where you were. You set your keys down on the counter, the light above you making your eye makeup shine. You went to go upstairs when you heard a man clear his throat. You turned and saw Dova sitting at the dining room table, leaning back in the chair with his legs spread. The noise he made was to tell you to come over, you knew you were going to be in trouble for not telling him where you went